Grim Reaper Girls

[Verse 1]
Black lace
On a hospital bed
You trace
Every word that he said
“You’re my last bad habit
Come and drag me down”
You kiss your own reflection
Like a wedding vow
[Chorus]
To the grim reaper girls who pray for the blade
Thinking death’s gonna touch like a god you made
You dress up the end like a honeymoon suite
But there’s nothing in the dark that will kiss your feet
To the grim reaper girls with the wine-stained mouths
You keep calling him in
He keeps hollowing you out
[Verse 2]
Red pills
On the back of your tongue
Cheap thrills
From the edge of the gun
You call his name at midnight
Like a dirty prayer
But his hands are just winter
There is no one there
[Chorus]
To the grim reaper girls who pray for the blade
Thinking death’s gonna touch like a god you made
You dress up the end like a honeymoon suite
But there’s nothing in the dark that will kiss your feet
To the grim reaper girls with the wine-stained mouths
You keep calling him in
He keeps hollowing you out
[Bridge]
You don’t want heaven
You just want out
You want a hand
To shut you down
But there’s no halo
In that black coat
Just cold fingers
On your throat (oh)
[Chorus]
To the grim reaper girls who pray for the blade
Thinking death’s gonna touch like a god you made
You dress up the end like a honeymoon suite
But there’s nothing in the dark that will kiss your feet
To the grim reaper girls with the wine-stained mouths
You keep calling him in
He keeps hollowing you out
[Outro]
So blow out the candles
Drop the costume
Love
He’s not gonna save you
He’s not your god

rock, Male vocals, dark sensual alternative rock sliding into hard rock choruses; verses ride a slow, prowling groove with fuzzed bass and tom-heavy drums, choruses explode with wide distorted guitars and octave vocal doubles. Guitars use dissonant bends and feedback swells between lines, bridge drops to a tense, whispered delivery over a pulsing bass drone before the final chorus slams back in., male vocals, hard rock, sensual, alternative rock